A is for awsome because everyone in the town likes eachother, no matter your race.
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T is for together because no one is ever left alone.
O is for overcoming all obstecles that anyone puts in front of us.
W is for war, the thing we want to stop.
N is for negro, the people we want as our friends.
(Allie B)
In the midst of the day, a cool breeze passed by,
everybody is thinking, not even caring to say hi.
It seems like a regular day, but least they knew that bad luck is in the air,
Oh no! Our economy is going down, why is life never so fair.
Every person, child, and neighbor are watching the news
Watching dilegentley, the town never been this new.
There are many secrets to this strange town,
Secrets from the top of the sky to the bottom of the ground.
An underpaid black is a servant in a wealthy house,
He's bigger then the owner but works more then a mouse.
(Prannoy B)
Town Poem The town, the town A town so cold, A separation So very old
Some walk the road less traveled, Some walk along side another Never alone but always lonely Hand in hand, brother to brother
This is the way things need to be For everyone; of all races Going at the same speed The borderline; a gap of no spaces
We need to treat all with respect To make sure this town runs flowing There is no discrimination And that’s with everyone knowing
A is for awsome because everyone in the town likes eachother, no matter your race.
-
T is for together because no one is ever left alone.
O is for overcoming all obstecles that anyone puts in front of us.
W is for war, the thing we want to stop.
N is for negro, the people we want as our friends.
(Allie B)
In the midst of the day, a cool breeze passed by,
everybody is thinking, not even caring to say hi.
It seems like a regular day, but least they knew that bad luck is in the air,
Oh no! Our economy is going down, why is life never so fair.
Every person, child, and neighbor are watching the news
Watching dilegentley, the town never been this new.
There are many secrets to this strange town,
Secrets from the top of the sky to the bottom of the ground.
An underpaid black is a servant in a wealthy house,
He's bigger then the owner but works more then a mouse.
(Prannoy B)
Town Poem
The town, the town
A town so cold,
A separation
So very old
Some walk the road less traveled,
Some walk along side another
Never alone but always lonely
Hand in hand, brother to brother
This is the way things need to be
For everyone; of all races
Going at the same speed
The borderline; a gap of no spaces
We need to treat all with respect
To make sure this town runs flowing
There is no discrimination
And that’s with everyone knowing
(Mike G.)